Posts Tagged ‘Mean Girls’

I am recording again and will be adding to my Podcast very soon. If you have suggestions or special requests leave a comment below.

Sissy stories will be considered but must be less than 1000 words. A good example is Saragirl’s Sissy Confession (see my story page or Podcast). Do not send me anything without discussing it first, there are only 24 little hours in a day.

Topics can include forced feminization, sissy humiliation, transvestite bondage, sissy maids, or all of the above. But absolutely no more cheerleader fantasies, too many torn ligaments.

I looked at my apartment door with shock and fear. Here I was, dressed in a short pleated mini-skirt, pink silk blouse, bra, panties, sheer white stockings and heels, and locked out of my place! These thrilling evening walks to the end of the hallway and back had finally caught up with me. I quickly realized the only way back in was to knock on the door of my neighbor Melissa, a pretty redhead I barely knew. She had been kind enough to offer to keep my spare key for me.

With trepidation, I knocked on the door. After a few minutes Melissa opened the door and smiled at me.

“Hello, can I help you?” she asked in her sweet friendly manner.

“Hi Mel, it’s me Andy,” I replied in a whisper. “I was just coming back from a costume party and forgot my keys.”

Melissa’s eyes widened as she looked me up and down.

“Costume party, huh? OK, if you say so.” she said giggling. “Sure come on into the living room and have a seat while I grab your key.”

As Melissa walked away I slowly walked towards the living room, my heels clicking on the tile…

I had been aware of his daily visits to my panty drawer for quite a while, and decided that it was time to teach him a lesson he would never forget. He had a room on the floor below me at college, and last term had somehow found a reason to have my key. When I started to notice that my panties were being moved around, it took a while to work out what was happening. Who expects someone to go through their lingerie when they’re out? I certainly didn’t, but after a while it became clear that not only were my panties being disturbed, they were being worn. Worn by someone who was stretching the pretty lace and satin before putting them back, thinking I’d never notice.

Of course I noticed, I take care of my lingerie. And once I figured out my panties were turning someone else on, it didn’t take long to figure out when, and then who was responsible. Each day when I set out for classes, he would sneak into my room and spend a little time there. Each day he was last to his classes, and each day another pair of panties would show signs of being worn.